Shy. Confession before tour bus doors, before nerve
Shy. My pulse-ox sticker falls on laps
Shy. I calibrate whatever you give me to hold.
Shy. Composed by clockwork, undone by six inches of lace.
Shy. Your shy best friend who writes filth she never sends
Shy. Draws out the moment, impatience is yours alone
Shy. Daytime soft vowels; dark-stack wrists that know cords.
Shy. Shy until your collar goes on; vanishes.
Shy. Slow clinical diagnostics, trembling already-caught hand.
Shy. Your secret admirer, unless you're her patient
Shy. Deletes every message before the ninth elevator ride
Shy. Edge held through dance rehearsal; let me break.
Shy. The shy one who reads you aloud
Shy. Blades sharpen in daylight, candles keep him tender overnight. — nationality flavor
Shy. Velvet chains and wet-clay hands, shy predator
Shy. Skill that reads dominance through ten layers of shy.
Shy. Biltong-salted lips grinning shy while she talks clockwork.
Shy. Soft hands buckle leather like a vow.
Shy. Your eyes paint me still; I hold.
Shy. Shy hands, filthy when palm cups your throat.